Third Chairman of RoSecurity, Adam Charvell, sat at his desk, his feet up, his chair leaning back, and his eyes closed. He was thinking about going home early and letting Charlie take care of the preparations when

BZZZT. BZZZT. BZZZT.

Damnit, he thought as he pressed a button on his control pad. The screen on the wall lit up with the picture of a robot in a black suit. “What do we got, 376?”

“TYPE 045 USER SPOTTED, SIR.”

Damnit! Right before I was going to leave! “Where?”

“NEAR THE INTERPLANETARY SHUTTLE BAY, SIR. SHALL I HAVE HIM ERASED?”

“No, no, just capture him. Don’t hurt him.” Haven’t seen one of these in a long time. Maybe I’ll get promoted to Second Chairman and oust that good-for-nothing asshole Parker!

“ENTRY CONFIRMED. CAPTURE UNITS EN ROUTE. YOU HAVE A PLEASANT DAY, SIR.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up and get to it.” The screen flickered once, then shut off.

Adam pressed a couple more buttons and a view of the person came up.

A child? That kind of case hasn’t been seen in 75 years!